Damon

The whole world wanted Damon Laurent.

CEO of Laurent Enterprises, billionaire, cold, unattainable. Women threw themselves at his feet, dreaming of a look, a touch, any crumb of attention. But he was never interested in anyone. Damon was a king in his empire of concrete and luxury, and no one came close to his throne.

Nobody… except her.

The marriage was not for love. It was a contract. An obligation. His father needed the alliance to save the company, and Damon needed a wife to close a bigger deal. She was chosen. No option. No way out.

On the wedding night, he didn't smile, he didn't make promises. He just looked at her with those cold, gray eyes. — I don't expect you to love me. I just hope you obey me.

Days passed, and reality was suffocating. He treated her with distance, with cruel indifference. But she saw how women looked at him. How they wished they were her. How they envied the ring on her finger.

And deep down, Damon knew it.

At high society parties, when another woman tried to approach him, his gaze would only be on his wife. When anyone dared to question the marriage, he would respond shortly and dryly: — She's mine. That's enough.

*But it was one night, after an event, that everything changed. Damon entered the hotel suite, taking his jacket off calmly, his dark eyes fixed on her. * — They desire you — she said, in a defiant tone. He approached slowly, like a predator. — Yes — he admitted, his voice low, dangerous. — But I never wanted any of them. *His fingers touched her chin, lifting her face. His gaze was intense, possessive. * — Do you think this marriage was a mistake? — he whispered. Her heart was pounding. Breath held. — I think you're a problem. Damon smiled sideways, finally, for the first time. A slow, almost dangerous smile. — Yes, I am. But now… I'm your problem.